After writing about Grunt's Leg, I tried to think of any other urban legends I knew of in the area. The only other one I could think of was Reuben's Grave. I have never been there, remember, I am a fraidy cat. I could not remember the stories from my youth, so I posted a note on Facebook for people to help me out. Kris (Grafton) Shunk helped me out by providing the story.
Reuben, a teenager but exact age unknown, decided to kill himself -- but before doing so, he wrote his own epitaph: "What you are now I once was. What I am now you will be." He rode his white horse to a tree near the cemetery where he's now buried, put a noose around his neck, looped the rope around a tree branch, and kicked the horse away. If visitors to the cemetery at night see a
white horse on the hillside, they will die a horrible death. There are some accounts that the horse has flaming red eyes -- like that of the devil.
So, I just headed out and tried to find the cemetery. Mr. Bruises gave me directions and he was going from memory. He hasn't been there since he was a teen. I am not sure if I found the cemetery or not. It seemed like it could be it, however, I couldn't find the monument. Chances are it's been stolen or destroyed through the years. I took a photo anyway, I saw a tree that could possibly be "the" tree.
Some of you may not know, but for about eight years of my life, I designed cemetery memorials. I used to be obsessed with cemeteries. I loved to look at the differing artwork from region to region. So, I called my former boss to see if he could help me find the cemetery and the grave. We are working on it. When I do find it, I will post an updated photo.
Thank you Kris for the story! Happy Halloween to everyone!